When a series of inspirations burst into his mind, Sean almost snatched the door and rushed into his room.

Olivia Fengling, who entered the door behind, looked at the anxious Sean with some doubts. She closed the door gently and waited quietly in the living room.

Sean can't write this "faith classic" in a world other than the spirit world—because he can't foresee whether such a creation will attract some kind of prying eyes...

However, Shengen Space has enough secrecy.

He watched the handwriting floating on each manuscript paper like a blessing to the soul.

At an unbelievable speed, he spent two hours meditating quietly in a quiet room, barely feeling it, and finished the first draft of "The Long Poem of the Night Wind".

An almost forgotten **** who is inextricably linked to the myth of Goris, whose rank is low, and has never even appeared in the banquet held by the gods.

Cursed by her jealous and hating mother, she will never see the sun and can only live in darkness helplessly.

Even though she was treated like this by fate, she still upheld a compassionate heart, gave up ascending to the sanctuary, and did not sail away with the gods...

Just to be able to continue to take care of mortals, she chose to stay in this mortal world where she never sees the light of day.

…

After reading through the first draft for the first time, Sean's body was trembling slightly—he felt that the "god" that he and Olivia had pieced together with various sparks of inspiration in the basement was passing through him like a torrent. After writing like this, he appeared in front of his eyes with "full flesh and blood".

An image holding a torch high in the dark night, an existence willing to listen to the voices of the most miserable people, a goddess who can only stay alone in the dark night due to unfortunate fate, but is still compassionate...

Sean's eye sockets were slightly warm, and then, outside the window where the sun had already set, he heard the sound of something landing in front of his window sill.

Xiao Enfu got up in a spirited manner, walked to the window, and opened the curtain.

He saw a nightingale stopped outside his window sill as if summoned...

—

In the spare time of writing the first draft, Sean planned out the hidden plan of Moonlight 1902 by the way.

After a good night's sleep, Sean enjoyed a sandwich and coffee in the coffee shop downstairs early in the morning, and then drove to Moonlight's house.

It was still in "The Curtain", and it was still Moonlight's look of expectation.

Sean said slowly: "Remember, Moonlight—as Arthur Merlin said, our daily identities must be completely separated from Quest identities.

"Moonlight·1902 in real life will always be the one who used to live on a boat, got off the boat in pursuit of love, and now plays the piano in the Palm Tree restaurant, with superb piano skills, chased and admired by all kinds of rich women, a strange young man who is still ignorant of the world. guy."

Moonlight·1902 frowned earnestly, obviously a little dissatisfied with Xiao En's statement, and wanted to express protest: I am not only an extraordinary piano player, I am obviously the top in the world, okay?

But considering that he asked Sean to help him arrange a hidden plan, he had no choice but to swallow his protest and reluctantly accepted the evaluation of "extraordinary piano skills".

Sean suppressed a smile, looked at Yueguang's sullen expression, sorted out his emotions, and said in a low voice seriously: "However, that Queen-level quester wearing the 'Moonlight Soloist' is just like this Identity doesn't matter at all..."

"Then..." Moonlight lowered his voice cooperatively, forgetting Xiao En's sarcasm like a child, and asked expectantly, "Who is he?"

"It's very important..." Sean raised a finger, "He's not a pianist."

"Not a pianist?" Moonlight frowned suspiciously.

Sean sensed with satisfaction that Moonlight had pinned the **** rose brooch, which was now invisible, under the fur vest, and continued: "Yes, he is the inheritor of the will of a composer."

Moonlight squinted her eyes and continued to listen quietly to Xiao En's story.

"He is the little-known genius who wrote the shocking "Nocturne", a direct descendant of George Bernard Shaw."

oh? Moonlight suddenly became interested, his brows were relieved, and he seemed to vaguely see a shadow in his heart.

"His great-great-grandfather, in that star-studded era, wrote a tune that could shake the world.

"However, due to various reasons, he did not choose to publish his works.

"Therefore, the descendants of George Bernard Shaw, inheriting the same name and taboo of contemporary George Bernard Shaw, are committed to allowing his ancestors to get a fair evaluation and the reputation they deserve!

"So, he almost only plays his grandfather's music!" Moonlight clapped his hands suddenly, and the image of a somewhat stubborn explorer appeared on the paper.

However, Moonlight was still a little puzzled: "Then why didn't he choose to publish it publicly, but use these songs for the mystery exploration business?"

"Because these songs are so wonderful!" Sean spread his hands, and said as a matter of course, "Contemporary Bernard Shaw discovered that the songs written by his great-great-grandfather are not only masterpieces of masters, but also so exquisite that they can affect mystery...

"This is a state that only Beh's pieces can achieve."

"Then he will prove the greatness of these works by climbing the ladder of the quester to the top by playing the Nocturne without a name."

Sean looked at the moonlight with eagerness and hope in his eyes—they were simply the eyes of "George Bernard Shaw"...

The New Testament reporter continued: "When he becomes a King-level or even Ace-level mystery explorer under the name of George Bernard Shaw, "Nocturne" will also be known to the world because of such a legend."

Moonlight closed her eyes and tried to enter the role.

Then, he opened his eyes, with an admiring smile, shook his head slightly and said, "Sean, I don't know how to describe...

"The Bernard Shaw you mentioned seems to really live in my heart.

"I can directly enter into the state of mind of such a person to think..."

Moonlight shook her head suspiciously: "But, the strange thing is, this person doesn't really exist..."

Sean smiled and spread his hands: "The wonderful thing about this story is that everyone likes this kind of ideal character, and Bernard Shaw is very similar to you—

"A tenacious artist."

Sean took a sip of his tea and said, "Trust me, Moonlight.

"As long as you remember to play him...

"People will buy it."

Of course, stories and characters alone are not enough. In the future, after the upgrade of the tribute temple belonging to the "Mother of the Black Sheep", Sean will repeatedly create the alibi of Moonlight·1902, so as to completely separate Moonlight and "Moonlight". Next Soloist" This quester cuts open.

"Story..." Seeing Moonlight laughing and talking beside him, Xiao En suddenly had a sentence in his mind, "People will always pay for it."

—

After creating the "stand-in" for Moonlight, the busy Sean seems to be able to relax a bit.

He called Moonlight and Winnie to go out together.

Walking through the block, they came to the central park, along the winter river and the greenery, the three of them talked and laughed.

After walking for an hour, they arrived near the New Testament Grammar School and welcomed the arrival of Aaliyah Dickinson~lightnovelpub.net~Sean! Aaliyah, who was wearing a gray woolen coat, woolen hat and scarf of the same color, was surprised when she saw Sean and others when she walked out of the school gate, "Why are you here?" "

"Nothing to do today, let's go for a walk together." Sean wore a warm smile.

It seems that after a busy period, finally ushered in the noon time to relax.

But what no one in this world knows is that Sean, who seems to be preparing to enjoy a comfortable time, has parted his mind...

Shawshank Rogers, the substitute of the "Leader of the Esoteric Cult", is writing the first official version of "The Long Poem of the Night Wind" on the second floor of the Black Mansion with precise mechanical hands...

Sean Dickinson was smiling.

No one knows, he plans to start recruiting members of his secret sect the next night...

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